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Elwood readily agreed. His son still seemed reluctant, though Towhee wasn't going to relent. She kept a sharp eye on them as they got into position, tracking Eljay's every movement as he trotted toward his father, lightly batting at and chewing on him with the force of a small kitten and the grace of a robot in need of some oil. It was amusing but it was also ridiculous.

"Are you serious?" Towhee called, rolling her eyes. "I need you to take this seriously, Eljay. I need you to give it your best shot to come up with a proper training program." She paused, then said, "Pretend your dad's one of the Blackfeather wolves and that he's a threat to your mom and the pups." Maybe a little bit of role-playing would help the situation.